Come on, express yourself. Who are you? My, but don't you look good in flannel & jeans. Broad shoulders, hard chest, stubble that scratches my face when you kiss me. Oh, that's not you?

OK, so nice to be with such a handsome man in that white dress shirt, tails, bowtie, and shoes so polished I can see my reflection when I look at your feet! Better? Good. Me, I'm the Tinkerbelle in the pink cocktail dress with an updo, diamond earrings, and dyed to match pumps. So nice to meet you! Now lend me your arm, your lady wants to dance.

How can this not be fun? Oh, you don't really think you look that great in a tux, is that it? But you want to. Admit it, you know you do. So I don't have the fabulous figure I long for either, but I do in my heart. Just like you do in yours. Kiss me my sweet, and let us dream our little dreams together. Waltz me around the ballroom and tell me how pretty I am while I enjoy the rapture of your arms around me. Come on, it'll be great.

Seems like a dream, doesn't it? But sometimes dreams do come true. You can make it happen, in the way that works for you, the way you need it. I did. Sure, I'm the Tinkerbelle, and the beau of my dreams does wear a tux. She actually married me in a tux for one of our weddings. We've been married 4 times. To each other. Sound strange? Then consider that when we first got married 22 years ago no one would officiate or record it, the town clerk didn't want to know about it, and Donna's family didn't want to hear about it. The second time Donna's priest married us in his Catholic church, but God didn't want to know. That was OK with me, God and I never had words for each other anyway. The third time the State of Massachusetts was actually interested, we got a license, and a Justice of the Peace officiated at a very nice open-air ceremony in a town park. We had all the trimmings, but no family members from either side. The last time was in Connecticut, with a different Justice of the Peace, in our home with friends. Still no family.

How many people get to get married to their lover & very best friend for life four times? How many couples do you know that revel in their gender expression so much that that in itself is a cause for celebration? Our joy for life, and in each other, is only magnified by the fact that we are doing it AS OURSELVES, when just expressing ourselves has been such an incredible journey in itself. But to do it together? Fabulous.

Ever notice how much fun it is being trans? I do. Every day.

Allison